By popular demand...

OK, maybe not really popular demand, but I’ve had a special request for this post from Elise a.k.a. She of the Incubator Tummy. And since she’s currently got a raging case of pregnancy hormones and could probably reduce me to a damp rag with a single glare, I don’t like to cross her. “Nice Elise…good Elise…here’s a yummy piece of chocolate cake for you!” [This is when you fling the cake into a corner and then run away as fast as you can.]

Anyhoo, after hearing about Ben’s handsome collection of mildly offensive T-shirts purchased in the days B.L. (that’s Before Lisa), The Pregnant One asked me to post a couple examples. Voilà:

A Ben favorite. For some reason, every time I look at this I think the “you're” is misspelled and should be “your” even though it’s clearly correct. This shirt isn't really offensive, but it IS patently idiotic.

He used to enjoy wearing this one while answering IT service desk calls. Better than actually saying it to them, I guess…

"Tits" isn't as redneck/mildly offensive in Australia as it is in the States – as in Britain, it’s a benign and common euphemism for breasts, used more often than “boobs.” But it's still in the Banned Forever pile.

This is an old, old favorite. It's so faded that you can barely tell it was originally light blue, even when you see it in person. He had a similar one with a beer glass and the caption "Just one more - you're getting cuter," but I managed to slip that one into the charity pile a while back. It has been the shining highlight of my wifely career to date.

*sigh* My honey is all class, can you tell?

Today's post was brought to you by the letter "M" and JakeJake, the Pirate Kitteh of Doom, who got in the way a lot helped take photos.